Saruman the White and Etiriela the Crimson
[AN: I don't own Tolkien. I do own Etiriela and Ugrat, though I'm not sure that's a good thing.
I got tons of reviews on my first chapter. More than I've gotten on any one chapter of any of my stories. Lots of them asked for a Saruman Sue, so I am catering to their desires, although this one will probably be more sarcastic than my Lurtz Sue. Review!]
Saruman awaited the coming of the sixth Istari. She, unlike all the others, had been born into the body of a beautiful (though elderly) woman. She knew nothing of his plans for the Ring, but he hoped that she would join him. She would join him, or she would join the fool Gandalf on top of Orthanc.
Etiriela rode towards Isengard. She was looking forward to consulting with Saruman and Gandalf about the Ring. She shook her snow white hair away from her snapping green eyes. The Ring really was awfully annoying. It totally got in the way of her inter-personal relationships.
She rode through the gates of Isengard, and looked around at the pretty, soon-to-be-rooted-up trees. 'What a picturesque spot. I wish that I had gotten here before Saruman. It would be a nice place to live'
Saruman greeted her at the doors of Orthanc. She was even more beautiful than he remembered, her long white hair done elf style, with the two little braids pulled back. Her face was not as wrinkly as Gandalf's, but even the wrinkles showed a sense of humour.
" Hey, like, greetings, Saruman. I have, you know, come for your counsel and help." She bowed, her red robe moving gracefully around her figure.
"You are welcome here, Etiriela. You shall aid me as I search for the Ring, to keep it out of the hands of the untrustworthy races of Men and the clutches of Sauron."
"I will gladly help you, but where is Gandalf? You said in your message to me that he was, like, also coming to Isengard."
"He came, but he did not agree with my plan. He left Orthanc in a huff."
"Oh no!" gasped Etiriela, her eyes widening. "Why would he, like, do something like that? I always thought, y'know, that he was, like, a person who kinda wanted to, you know, help?"
Saruman smiled. Etiriela was so naïve, and so easy to manipulate. He could easily make her find the Ring and give it to him.
"Apparently not, Etiriela. He thinks only of himself and the creatures called 'hobbits'. I think that perhaps one of them has the Ring, and he wants it for himself."
"Wow! Maybe he's, like, in league with, y'know, Sauron."
"It is possible."
[AN: I don't own Tolkien. I do own Etiriela and Ugrat, though I'm not sure that's a good thing.
I got tons of reviews on my first chapter. More than I've gotten on any one chapter of any of my stories. Lots of them asked for a Saruman Sue, so I am catering to their desires, although this one will probably be more sarcastic than my Lurtz Sue. Review!]
Saruman awaited the coming of the sixth Istari. She, unlike all the others, had been born into the body of a beautiful (though elderly) woman. She knew nothing of his plans for the Ring, but he hoped that she would join him. She would join him, or she would join the fool Gandalf on top of Orthanc.
Etiriela rode towards Isengard. She was looking forward to consulting with Saruman and Gandalf about the Ring. She shook her snow white hair away from her snapping green eyes. The Ring really was awfully annoying. It totally got in the way of her inter-personal relationships.
She rode through the gates of Isengard, and looked around at the pretty, soon-to-be-rooted-up trees. 'What a picturesque spot. I wish that I had gotten here before Saruman. It would be a nice place to live'
Saruman greeted her at the doors of Orthanc. She was even more beautiful than he remembered, her long white hair done elf style, with the two little braids pulled back. Her face was not as wrinkly as Gandalf's, but even the wrinkles showed a sense of humour.
" Hey, like, greetings, Saruman. I have, you know, come for your counsel and help." She bowed, her red robe moving gracefully around her figure.
"You are welcome here, Etiriela. You shall aid me as I search for the Ring, to keep it out of the hands of the untrustworthy races of Men and the clutches of Sauron."
"I will gladly help you, but where is Gandalf? You said in your message to me that he was, like, also coming to Isengard."
"He came, but he did not agree with my plan. He left Orthanc in a huff."
"Oh no!" gasped Etiriela, her eyes widening. "Why would he, like, do something like that? I always thought, y'know, that he was, like, a person who kinda wanted to, you know, help?"
Saruman smiled. Etiriela was so naïve, and so easy to manipulate. He could easily make her find the Ring and give it to him.
"Apparently not, Etiriela. He thinks only of himself and the creatures called 'hobbits'. I think that perhaps one of them has the Ring, and he wants it for himself."
"Wow! Maybe he's, like, in league with, y'know, Sauron."
"It is possible."